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My one truth.
That Is one thing is true in my world,
There is always art to be made, A poem to write ~
Often we even see artists sitting up till far past when there is ligh, our practice is one that had once been fueled by candlelight in the dead of night.
Our's are the type to Work until once again there is light in the sky. And those of us who truly wish to do this till we die.
Always feeling the need to have a pen, a brush, or a tablet in hand. Hours spent pouring love and heart into every work of art, to create a true original brand.
As a muse guids are hands, and Inspiration guids are hearts, There is always the want, Need and time to create art.
Mell's Oath"I will Always be Fare, just, and kind.
I will always Cherish my Mask,
For it is part of me, and it is part of my soul
I will Steal Maple Syrup, and share it with my fellow ninja,
I will never judge a person by there looks,
FOR WE ARE AL EQUAL."
True Maple looks at the young girl. She reaches out her hand hesitantly knowing the pain will come.
True Maple smiles seeing her fear kisses the palm of her hand, Making Leader role his eyes. True Maple pulled the small knife from his wrist guard and once again held the out reached hand the girl, who watched wide eyed as a small cut is made. she winces at the pain the cut is deep but not to deep, and it stings as blood poor from it.
Leader nods and True maple smile and places the mask in her bloody hand, staining the white, an back a deep red.Mell puts both her hands under the mask, and says just as she rehearsed: "I hear by Swear to serve as a Maple NINJA~!" True maple takes t
AngelAn Angel is the last person who will know he has wings.
Because if the Angel knew he had wings.
He would be tempted to do wrong,
or use them to get what he wanted.
And he would no longer be an angel.
So when you see an angel,
and you can see his wings,
keep it to yourself.
So he can stay an angel.
do not forget to Dream
If you Spend your hole life Dreaming instead of Doing, you have done nothing. And if you spend your life Working instead of dreaming, you have done even less.
The Trick it to find the right Balance Between the Dreams you have, And the work that must be done.
About my Muse~
She loves me~ he holds my hand and writes by my side.
She Shows me the way to go.
My Muse Loves me so~
no matter which hand i put my pen in she guides me to write, to draw, to Dream~
for in my right i hold the power to draw eyes,
and in my Left i hole Penmanship and Word~
She will guid my hand to draw,
She will guid my hands to Write
a Love story's
a history book
She will show me how to make my dream come alive on a page!~
Think on itI may be dyslexic, and have dyscalculia, but i find math to be almost romantic.
the reason i try so hard to understand it is that it has a Beauty to it that so few things in the word have.
I think Math is unaversal and beautiful.
it is the one thing that is the same in 'EVERY' Language, in ever country, All over the world.
no matter where you are 2+2 will always be 4
i know you think this is silly. but i find it Beautiful.
i find it truly amazing that
два Plus Zwei Equals four | Russian, German, and English.
Deux Plus δυο Equals 네 | French, Greek , and Korean
dois Plus dhá Equals čtyři | Portuguese, Irish, and Czech
2 Plus 2 Equals 4
No matter where you are~
And that is Beautiful.
To me Beauty is Something that every one see's and understands.
Beauty Is something we share with the world.
I feel the same way about love~
You know a heart and a heart can fall in love no matter
Jack and his familynot alone. Not Quiet.
Jack sits in his cave reading a book he found at a human library... or at least he was trying.
his 5 year old half demon son was reeking havoc in the house. Why did he want to have children again?
a frail human women, with long black hair, and hazel eyes walked up in a silk nighty. She sighed and pulled the book from her husbands face. "I can not do it dear... he is just to much... will you try and get him to calm down?" she pleaded with the Vampire like demon in front of her.
He sighed and marked his book and handed it to her. "Is ea" he answered and walked out of the room with a scowl. the women sighed in relief and plopped down on the lumpy couch.
"Da! Cume play wit meh!" the small boy with wings like a bat yelled excitedly in his half hearted Irish accent.
"Aon. Lad. Am do leaba" the Demon spoke in a deep calmed voice.
The boy hung his bottom lip out and acted as if he would cry. jack began to tap his foot. "Leaba! Anois!" he spoke sternly. the small boy growl
When that last snowflake falls,
Do you think he is sad?
Do you think he knows he is the last one?
When the winter comes to an end and the last snowflake looks to the ground, he know he is the last one to fall. He is told this when he is made. He then sits on the edge of a cloud waiting, watching his brothers and sisters fall to the ground.
It is rare but every billion snowflakes or so, one wishes not to fall.
'Suicide?' He thinks as he watches them all. He looks to the heavens, that are not far above him. "Why? Why do we live such short lives?" He receives no answer just the silence of winter. As it always is during the last snow, the only sound to be heard is children playing below.
Hours go by and the snowflake watches his brothers and sisters melting below. He knows his time is about to come, the time when the cloud he calls home will make him let go.
As he waits for his time to come, he sees the ground starting to show. He wished deeply at that moment he did not have to go, he w
Have You Ever?Have You Ever?
Have you ever just wondered what goes through someone's mind when they hear your beliefs and opinions? Maybe when they agree with you, they really just don't want to start an argument? Or maybe they start a fight to see how you handle yourself, to learn who you are on the inside?
Have you ever wondered what they were really thinking when they respond to you? Maybe their compliment was really a disguised insult? Or maybe what came off offensive was really just them trying to find a way to say something nice?
Have you ever wondered if when someone argues with you they are really arguing with themselves? Maybe they are using you as a deflector, a way to argue on the outside, a way to make their inner struggle tangible? Or maybe they are so bound up with frustration and stress that they snap at any chance to hurt someone else or vent their own negativity?
Have you ever just wondered? Have you?
Do you ever think about what someone else's journey may be? What problems they may
A Few of My Thoughts on Atheism and ScienceFor me, personally, I have always loved nature.
I have found it captivating and breathtaking my entire life.
But once I came to the conclusion that my ideals were best suited to an atheist viewpoint nature became so much more incredible.
The massive trees, the outrageous insects, the fantastic beasts, and the thundering waterfalls; they weren’t the will of a divine being or a magical force unseen.
They just were.
Because science. Fuck you, that’s why.
And how cool is that?
How cool is it that we don’t NEED almighty intervention or a powerful deity to get all of this?
All of these colors and emotions and all of the cosmos and every blade of grass in the ground and hair on your head is just because it is.
Because that’s just the way it evolved to be.
It is so incredibly logical and seemingly random and entrancingly gorgeous.
No one put the stars in the sky, no one painted the butterfly’s wings.
Nothing told the rain the fall, or taught the fish
An old memoryI walked in, after I told myself it wasn’t necessary: I can take the pain. I took the pain for a week – the muscle in my leg that I couldn’t identify, the name I never learned because it wasn’t relevant or useful. The first thing that hit me was the smell: the scent of aerosols, scentless aerosols detectable after they’ve been used so many countless times that their scent has faded into the wall itself. The room is filled with tales, and on each is an athlete, some stretching, some with ice, some being attended by a student practitioner no older than they. The sound of tape stretching mingles with the toneless chatter of a doctor’s office, and the muffled crack of the pistol as another event begins and the runners strain against one another, fight themselves, push to be the fastest, the best.
I stand, not knowing what to do, unfamiliar with this setting, Doc’s office of miracles just a few steps from the red rubber of the track. His assistant a
The bible and countering homo/transphobic crap.Out of curiosity, have you considered the following passages in your research?
Romans 3:23 - "we ALL fall short of the glory of God."
Galatians 3:28 - "There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there MALE and FEMALE, for you are all one in Christ Jesus."
John 8:1-7 (where the UNREPENTANT Mary Magdalene was brought before Jesus and culminates in "He without sin may cast the first stone." Now you may try to argue that he wanted to follow the Mosaic Law while still showing compassion, but this kinda debunks your notion that he only loved repentant sinners. Truthfully he shows that in loving a sinner anyway, they will learn compassion and THEN repent.
Now. Stepping away from the Bible. Let's look at something more modern: science. How is it possible that non-LGBTQ scientists have found sound evidence of this being BIOLOGICAL -- being born that way -- and therefore (stepping back to the bible) MADE BY GOD.
God knows everything about us. Think about it.
Blindly Accepted FaithThey strive to learn more of their believe. Trying to convince themselves of its teachings even if evidence is little. But I cannot judge them. I cannot argue. For I know as little as them. But my mind is not convinced. I require more than just spoken words from the mouth of a blind follower. Yet as I watch, so do I hear. I hear as they speak words of paradise, love and hope. Maybe that is the reason for their blindness. For them it is their guiding light. And without it,they are lost. Oh how fragile the human mind is.
ResolveOpen mental valves for clarified awareness. Phenomena of thought resonate from reality as distorted experience, as cognizance arranges itself as a living pastiche of its existence. Resolve in accuracy.
Complimentary Conundrum T26I have a confession to make:
Compliments confound me.
A good enough compliment can disarm me of all social refinement. I carve a living from this world largely through the power of my voice and presence. But, just give me a compliment. Suddenly, I don’t know where to look. I stutter. My heart fills with the paralyzing compound of dread and desire that only adulterers and remorseful conmen can ever know.
I love the compliment, but I can’t honestly accept it, nor can I explain why. Nobody will hold still long enough for an explanation. They always seem to be tapping their toes, waiting for me to get on with filling in the next part of the social contract.
Here’s the truth: I’ve never done a single thing alone that was worth a compliment.
I’ve never drawn well alone. I’ve never written well alone. I’ve never carved, sculpted, fought, taught or counseled well alone. I’ve tried. I’ve tried to go out on my own, tried to
Opinions - the standThe world is full of opinions, so people tend to think there's dose not matter.
they think, i am one grain of sand in the Desert
you have to believe in your voice and opinion!
you may only be one grain of sand, but if you move you could cause ever other grain to move slide or fall as-well
ever thing you do matters what you think of your world, are world, it Counts.
To believe in your self is to believe in other.
What do you believe?
Where is your voice?!
Can your life be tasted?
in your cooking?
Can the love, hate, sadness, and fear be seen?
in your art?!
Can your heart, your mind, or you life be read?
in a story book or on a page?
do you Have an idol, a hero, or some one you just look up to?
When the people fear their government, there is tyranny.
When the government fears its people there is Liberty.
Censorship is telling a man he can't have a steak just because a baby can't chew it.'
Franklin D. Roosevelt:
the Only Thing We Have to Fear Is F
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